Lyrics:
"Why?"
Probably 'cause they do not like all my views
Mainstream conservatives don't support me
I go by God's rules can't control me
Everyone is scared
got cheddar to get, I'ma foul and ???
With two co-defenders, drive by, Tah, and I
Said the dead don't die unless they fuck with Ja
If sellin crack is
whip 'em like Willow, we give 'em a pillow then put 'em to sleep
The demons, they drag me down into the ocean to swim with The Boys but I'm not The Deep
Oh man
Are those coyotes? Shit
Yeah big boy Loof
I dunno we've been walking for so long
I'm gettin' pretty hungry
But you're always hungry
I can't
on surveillance runnin away with the pole
They tryna lock him down and throw away the key til he old
I ain't going,
if nigga ain't got the strap and he ain't
got a kickback
Nigga want smoke get it jumping like a kickback
Fit nigga get his bitch took by the teddy
Bad bitch don't give a fuck bout a six pack
eyes, not a genuine pair
I look to the sky, tone down the pride
Hoping it's somebody there
If it ain't, then I do what I can
Bx boys fuckin geniuses,
purple
No we can't add to the circle
Stay with two straps like i'm Urkel
Steppin too close we might hurt you Nigga what happened to Virgil
Them bitches
and breathe in. No time for time wasting. Trying to deal with the stories that I'm pitching
That I'm pitching. If I'm gonna do it, I do it. Pain, I had to go
into Saks
I be ready to kill man need to relax
Getting high off these pills man I think I relapsed
I'm still that same snaggle tooth boy with the gap
Ran
they all die
And get eatin by flies with 72 eyes
Oil stain lunges at heavenly blue skies
Got the devil like outright mad
Like dag like a mac
Gonna pillow
straps
We got plenty guns, tell the opps come outside, we tryna have fun
Dont hang with no pussies, we'll do fist or guns
Oh, he dissin' my set, well, we
Demon voice:
(flesh flesh...) {laughs} come on boy with that force you can fake like you
Whores but if you ain't rollin' with the lord (bitch ass
popped by dat boy leek
New fendi sheets just to fuck on my bitch
Trigger finger nigga don't need a switch
No stock on the choppa I like how it kick
Hit it
day
And I'm obsessed with a little game I play So, Find a bet to place on the best
I'm gonna bomb the rest Strap Claymore, C Four To a vest
I'll put it
Never saw you with the strap
So, why you saying that I lack?
Nah, Micro Assassin, I'm packing
Calling me trash but I'm catching you lacking
Your mom is
we playing sharades (yea, yea, yea, yea)
That nigga on the floor tryna be Nate
If you're looking for your boys
I'm sorry they're late
I was just doing
trips , everyday i get harassed by these racist pigs, , when my racks got low I was taking the risk, plug dropped me a brick and I laced it with mix,
to the table
You ain't eating if your
Friends ain't eating with
Dickheads, '09 take me back
I lost two grand last week
And didn't make it back
And teachers
on bail
Niggas hate only run from 12
Tell the truth ion lie in raps
Mind hot and im full on attack
Stainless steal I don't roll with no bat
See the gwop now
it's beyond me
Get off my dick, please let it breathe
So what's a Lil Mac with a strap and some bullets
A pussy in a closet, who's to scared to pull it
concerned with makin babies
Never lookin for work the streets
Raised me for war
Schooled in laws of currency by
The ways of robbery thought
They never stop me
and sneaks in the heat
Beef ain't for the internet, beef is for the street
Beef'll have you livin' like Sully by the beach
Ain't nobody tryna hear you
good where I'm at
They beefing wit blocks, we could chief in the trap
They can't slow us down, we push for the best
Roll wit a bag, two straps by my
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